Willow

Desire makes slaves out of kings
Patience turns kings out of slaves
And miles away from the willow tree
Your fate germinates and breaks
Concrete

White lies, bloom in soil laced with fear
Take time, now yours most sincere
For now we wait while their cancer breeds
And boils their brains in the sea of entropy

Far across the plains, in a gypsy band she plays
She navigates the rains in a desert masquerade

And willow won't break, willow won't take
Willow won't forsake, though the winds may rend and rake
When the dervish does descend, she stretches out her hand
With a force of will she bends it
Though the pain is so horrendous
And willow won't break, willow won't take
Willow won't forsake, though the winds may rend and rake

A sea of blushing rose vines, creeps upon cerulean shores
Bonfires burn on balmy sands, await the pact of evermore
Suitors in line, smitten by night draw pictures in the sand
Laugh with pain and cry in delight at futures they misunderstand

From cocoa grove the fruit bats fly
Hearing the call of the sea
But lovers lie and so their eyes see not the sky's stormy eve
On pockmarked plains the lonesome shells
Scuttle and search in low tide
It comes and goes with nature's throes loved only by
Moonlight

Oh pockmarked plains, the lonesome shells
Scuttle and search in low tide

It comes and goes with nature's throes lived only by
Moonlight
Trains of thought, torn twice by rails
Right or left, the fires burn quite, quite well

Is it green, is it red, was there blood on your hems
In the bay, tidal eaves will wash away these
Steel and gold piled on the street
Take your fame, take all you can breathe

Was it yours, is it mine? Was it ours, all this time
In the bay, tidal eaves will wash away these dreams